Bleachers - Wild heart

^CThey closed the ^Em7parkway late last ^Amnight And as I ^Gsat with the echoes of ^Flies that I ^Ctold I felt ^Cyoung never ^Gchange my crooked ^Cheart So put your ^Em7shotgun back in the ^Amglove I'm only ^Gwaiting ‘nother year for the^F, dream far^C away To come ^Chome to be ^Gbrave

Well ^Feverything has ^Gchanged and now it's ^Conly you that ^Fmatters Am G C,,,G,,,C,,,G,,,F9,,,C,,,C,,,G,,, I will find anyway to your wild heart

^CThey boarded up the ^Em7windows and the doors to my h^Amouse No one will ^Gever read the letters of the ^Flies that I ^Ctold From the ^Cyears I was ^Gchanged my crooked ^Chearts Why did they ^Em7have to go and do us like ^Amthat Why did they ^Ghave to go and run from a ^Fdream far a^Cway We'll be ^Cthere was that ^Ggrave?

To think ^Feverything must ^Gdie for ^Canyone to ^Fmatter Am G C,,,G,,,C,,,G,,,F9,,,C Got to find anyway to your wild heart C G C,,,G,,,C,,,G,,,F9,,,C I will find anyway to your wild heart

I will ^Cfind any^Gway Now ^Feverything has ^Gchanged and ^CI can't tell what ^Fmatters I will f^Amind any^Gway to your wild ^Cheart